First Shield || VOICE

[deathbyoil]

*The phone is jostled from it's hook and hangs off the nightstand as Greed smacks the alarm clock that was screaming at him. There's a rustle of bedsheets as he tries to fall back asleep, wrapping his arm around whoever was in bed next to him

Comments

[kimitoaruiteku]

[Oh great. He's back. At least that means he's normal again?]

[deathbyoil]

Hello? This thing on?

*He taps on his phone with a finger*

Piece of shit.

[kimitoaruiteku]

Hello, Greed.

[deathbyoil]

Woah.

Alphonse? That you? Wow, you sound really different, kid... Not as hollowy from the last time I saw ya. Must be the phone or somethin'.

[kimitoaruiteku]

I have my body back here.

[deathbyoil]

You have your body back? What a waste...

[kimitoaruiteku]

[Why is he not surprised by that comment.] I'm grateful for it.

[deathbyoil]

So if you're here... that means your brother's here right? You wouldn't go anywhere without him.

[kimitoaruiteku]

He is.

[deathbyoil]

Great. He can help me get a better body while I'm here. Where ever here is.

But uh. What happened to all my shit? Why is it all gone? Even my tattoo and my shield are gone.

[kimitoaruiteku]

... Get a better body? [He doesn't like the sound of that.]

When people show up here, everyone is completely normal. Over time, you might get things back.

[deathbyoil]

But I want them back now. Who the fuck took my things?

[kimitoaruiteku]

Whoever is in charge of this place. Nobody knows who that is. I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait.